Charlotte, NC, June 6th 2003

All right. Beverly was an angel sent to me from heaven. Oh my God.

Beverly called us while she was at work, we were at her home. I had just had a shower, when Maura who finally decided to tour with us, knocked on my door and said : "Barbara, what would make you happiest?", and I said, without a doubt "To see Anthony", and then she said "Well, that might be possible because now we know where they're staying".
Turns out that Bev knew the hotel where they were staying at and so Geli and I went over there. I was shitting my pants. I don't think I've ever had such amount of blood going to my head at a time, my heart was beating as if I had run 100 miles at my maximum speed. My knees were watering and so were my hands. I saw the tour buses right outside. I took a few deep breaths before walking in, and finally I thought "now or never".
I stopped in the reception desk and asked the man there for the Tour manager. He kind of raised his eyebrow and asked me if he was expecting me, so I said no. He said he would call him to his room and asked my name. No need, he was walking right behind me.

He looked as sloppy as usual, yet there's something so charming about him. I look at him, he looks back and before I say anything he stops DEAD right in front of me. ."Hi, how are you?" he says just so naturally, like we just saw each other last week and gives me a hug. A sincere hug.
I do not believe that he actually stopped to say hi to me.
"Do you remember me?!" I ask him in obvious disbelief.
"Yes, from... (he puts his hand on his head, trying to make his memory work) Stockholm, right?"
Oh my dear Lord. He remembered me from two months before, when we talked for about 5 minutes.
Right at this moment I felt I was in a dream world. Again. It all looked so blurry. Again.
He was very much in a hurry. He asked me if I was staying in that hotel too. I said no, and started explaining what I was trying to do. He said "walk with me", so we followed him at his 1000 miles per hour, because apparently they were getting ready to go to the show. So I tell him about the documentary I'm doing. He seems to be listening to everything, but keeps on walking fast. "Come with me". So we're inside the elevator all the way up to the whatever-th floor, I think. We walk through the hallway. My heart is beating so fast. I look around expecting the unexpected. We walk into his room. "Sit down" he says. We sit on his bed, because there's nothing else to sit on. He sits on his desk in front of his lap top. "So you're following the whole tour"."Yes" I said."And who do you want to talk to?"…

I felt like I was at the doctor's. This man was there listening to my "problems". This man is a real Angel walking the Earth. His name is Louie.
He said that he would see what he could do, and added that they don't like doing press things because they've had enough with all the BTW promotion and they're not too happy about press in general anyways. "But I think we can arrange something". I was sitting there and in the corner I saw this package laying on the floor with the name Michael Balzary on it.
There were also some tea boxes lying around.
Finally I ask him if it's possible to get backstage passes. He looked all serious and said "the thing about the passes is that you have to stay out of the way". He wrote an e mail and asked to spell my name. We left. Drove back to the venue where Beverly and the other girl were already waiting for us.
We had a pretty cool picnic in the parking lot, and Bev, amazing as she is, gave me a birthday cake with it's little candle on it and everything.
It was close to Showtime. Went up to pick our passes and ... they were there.

I can't remember how, but suddenly I was on the stage, looking at everyone working. I will never forget this sensation as long as I live. I saw all the people jumping and getting excited the way I have always felt when I listen to the techs adjusting the instruments, announcing that my band will be there soon. It's always the same tech chords. Same guitar strings same drum beats. I see the signs, the RHCP love flow running at high speed in the air. The excitement in people growing more and more. The lights go off. It's pure ecstasy. If I could describe a tiny moment of divine happiness, this would be it.

The show was fantastic. Martin, right after the show came up to me and gave me the set list . No need for me to ask.

John sang one of my all time favorite Beatles song "I've just seen a face" which was fucking cool because I don't think I've ever heard that song live, ever.
I loved this show, it was so special.
Afterwards we go and hang out backstage because I was supposed to bring the presents we had carried along for the band. I was looking for Louie but he seemed quite busy.

Flea passes right by us and he said "hi girls" and we said "hiiiiiiiiiiiii". So girly!
Then, they put us inside the catering room. There was a guard right outside of the room not letting anyone out, which was where the band was hanging out for some odd reason.
There were soft drinks and coffee in "our" room so we just kept helping ourselves with some tea.
I went to the door to have a look where the manager was, and I was about to put my head out of that room when suddenly Anthony was having a look inside as well.
My heart stopped beating. I froze. He looked at me very briefly and I just looked away and got away from there as fast and gracefully as I could. I think it took a while for my heart to start beating again. I think I went pale.
It's not like I've never seen him before, but...Fuck. I can't believe I froze. Anyways... WE'RE IN. and we have 2 more weeks to come.